What he’s telling us, his level smile implies, is for our own good. Everything will be all right soon. I promise. There will be peace. You must trust. You must go to sleep, like good children. He
A word after a word after a word is power.
she refused to feel what he wanted her to feel. Was
Which does a man prefer? Bacon and eggs, or worship? Sometimes one, sometimes the other, depending how hungry he is.
All right,” I say. I don’t smile. Why tempt her to friendship?
Also I wish I did not know it. I want my father to be just my father, the way he has always been, not a separate person with an earlier, mythological life of his own. Knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you, you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened,
Gullible Verna, who’d believed she was in love. Or who was in love. When it came to love, wasn’t believing the same as the real thing?
He has been trying to sing
Love into existence again
And he has failed.
There is a silence. But sometimes it’s as dangerous not to speak. “Yes,
She expected me to vindicate her life for her, and the choices she’d made. I didn’t want to live my life on her terms.